Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I'm a slacker.

So I'm sorry I haven't been writing entries for this blog lately, second semester has certainly picked up and I will probably be swamped for the remainder of the semester, but hopefully I'll get better at balancing everything and be able to add my beloved blogging into the mix. Today I had my first snow day here at Clark, because before today all of my crazily dedicated professors have showed up for every single solitary class, much to my chagrin. I am mostly just looking forward to this weekend, because my brother is coming to visit, along with my dear Rui and Simone, and I'm looking forward to how amazing this weekend is going to be seeing those three who I haven't seen in months for Richard and Rui, and weeks for Simone, but weeks is still far too much to be separated from them. I can't wait. This weekend should be amazing. This weekend is getting me through this week, it is the wonderful cherry on top of a very mediocre sundae.
So I signed onto my email today and looked at the emails from sites such as Live Nation and Ticketmaster that send me notifications for upcoming shows, and this time they were sending me one for an upcoming Peter Bjorn and John show, and this was the picture they used. Not only did that make me wholeheartedly decide to NEVER frequent a Peter Bjorn and John concert, it made me feel a little guilty inside for jamming to Young Folks by them so hard. That poor baby. What horrible marketing.
Well they lost a (to begin with) fair-weather fan!
I'm sure my little stance will totally make a difference in this world. But if not, at least it'll make me feel better. That baby is too cute to be held upside down. Not a fan. Rant over.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Probably the only drink I would drink.

Source: TGI Friday's

3/4 ounce Irish whiskey
3/4 ounce Bailey's Irish Cream
3/4 ounce green creme de menthe
2 scoops vanilla ice cream (I might do chocolate...)
1/2 cup crushed ice

Blend ingredients in a blender until smooth. If desired, garnish with whipped topping and green creme de menthe.

Monday, January 24, 2011

I was fantastically productive today.

So I woke up at 8:30, went to work for three hours, then had classes for the next three hours, and from right when I got out of class until now I have been working on answering all of the exam/study guide questions for Chapter 1 for my Cultural Psychology class...which ended up being 5 hand-written pages. And I also cooked myself a delicious dinner of Fettucini Alfredo with chicken and stuffing. And now I have to read two chapters of my sociology book, but it's only 7pm and I have plenty of time, so I thought I'd give myself a break to blog a bit. Currently I am listening to The Decemberists' new cd The King is Dead to prepare myself a bit more to hear their new material at their concert this Friday, which I am EXTREMELY excited for. I just hope they play Mariner's Revenge, Chimbley Sweep, and The Legionnaire's Lament. Those are my top wishes...I may not get any of them because they are all off of relatively early cds, and they probably will want to mostly play their new stuff. I'll still be fine with it because every single Decemberists show I've been too have all been amazing, and I can't see this one being any different.
Ach I've been so productive today and even so I still have a lot of reading to do! I should probably go start that...

Best Job Ever?

So I am sitting at my desk at work as I have been for the last 20 minutes with nothing to do, and I finally realized...I might as well blog. My boss is very quirky and lively, and I have time to blog, and do homework, and read...so this job is alright in my book. But waking up at 8:30 is a bit rough, but I'll manage.
So because I don't have classes until noon or later everyday I've decided that I need to start exercising...and so the mornings that I do not have work I will go to the gym, so Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. We'll see if this works out. Starting tomorrow I'm going to wake up at 9:30, go to the gym for an hour, and still have time to shower and be ready for class at 12. I NEED to start exercising. I haven't in a long time...and I want to get into the swing of it because I know once I do I'll be doing it on a much more regular basis. However, the hard part is just getting out of this comfortable slump of doing nothing to finally getting off my lazy arse in the morning to go do it.
Anyways, I have Human Sexuality at 12 today right when I get out of work, and then right after that I have Statistics, and then I am done for the day. Not too bad of a Monday, it could be worse. I'm super hungry though and I don't know if I'll be able to slip in some time in between my two classes in the 10 minute break I have to grab lunch. I sure hope I can because classes seem to double in length when I'm starving. MMM I wish I saved the rest of my pasta and brocolli from last night for lunch today, but alas I will have to eat the shitty Clark food for today because I didn't leave myself enough time to cook something. It's fine, for dinner I'll make up for it by making pasta AND those delicious breaded chicken pockets with stuffing inside.
Until later, the boss lady is coming in.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Earplugs are heavenly.

So, dealing with the annoying people that inhabit the room outside of my dorm room at all hours of the night, it is surprising to me that it has taken me this long to think of investing in earplugs, but I finally did yesterday and slept through an entire night of Dan's loud snoring, AND I just did all of my homework with them and it it made it so much easier to concentrate. Of course when I told my mother about them and how they will hopefully help me sleep she immediately acted like wearing them over night is harmful...because my mother thinks everything is harmful. I have lived with this throughout my entire life so I have learned by now to Google these things instead of just taking her worry wart word for them (sorry Mom, love you). When I googled my question I saw this response in one of the yahoo answers, and I laughed the entire time. I have never seen somebody get this excited for something such as...ear plugs, and I found this hearty response completely hilarious:

"I LOVE MY EARPLUGS! I buy them by the HUNDREDS! I use them not just for sleep, but they're great for concentration, meditation, focusing, reading, sleeping or just ignoring rude people!

As a limo driver I work all kinds of strange shifts.

Example: Last night I was with a group of 21 years olds partying in NYC until 8 in the morning! Last weekend I was in Atlantic City at the Borgata Casino until 10 am!

When I get home to sleep, I don't want to be bothered by phones and peddlers and car alarms and sirens, etc.

When I slide in a pair of foam ear plugs in, it's like entering a quiet room. It's awesome!

Safe? Heck yeah! I can carry on a conversation with anyone, hear the alarm, watch TV, etc. You can be sure I'd hear any emergency noises.

Only TWO drawbacks that I can think of:
1) my sweet, sexy BabyDoll of a girlfriend doesn't like them. She feels insulted/ignored/offended.
2) The quieter it gets out there, the noisier is (sometimes) gets inside your head! (No, not psychotic voices, dummy!) I mean like songs, thoughts, breathing sounds, etc.

OH! One more thing! I find that they also reduce all kinds of background noise that we usually tune out. This in turn reduces stress, promoting a greater sense and state of well-being!

STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!"

It took me 2 1/2 hours to outline the first chapter of my Statistics book but I understood ALL OF IT. Disregard the fact that I've taken a year of AP Stat, alright? I suck at math and this was an accomplishment for me. Now I'm just trying to organize myself for the week and I'll probably read a bit and go to bed, but not before STICKING IT IN MY EAR.

I promise this isn't going to turn into a Martha Stewart-esque blog, but...

So for the past week or so I have been boycotting Clark's cafeteria food like the plague, only eating there when I have to. And so I have been having to provide my own food, and although living off of cheese and hummus and bread and crackers and cereal has been kind of wonderful (OH and also this delicious frozen chicken with broccoli baked inside of it that you buy frozen and put in the oven for 32 minutes and VOILA deliciousness)...it's not a very self-sustaining diet so I have decided that I want to learn how to cook. I will most likely be posting my many failures and the few lucky successes that are bound to occur with enough trial and error. Every weekend I'm going to try out one new recipe and sometimes during the week if I have time. I am really banking on the fact that whatever I make will be loads better than the cafe food..I hope it is at least. Nothing really could be worse.
Today I was looking through my closet and found this sweater that I bought a while ago because I loved the fabric...but the flamboyant sleeves just make me cringe and I have put it on many times...planning to wear it for the day, but I always end up taking it off after a few gances in the mirror because of the horrid sleeves:


Yeah.... it speaks for itself. But today I had the sudden urge to fix these sleeves once and for all so I could put it on in the morning and actually make it out the door in it. So I cut off the ends of the sleeves (which felt very liberating) and folded it in and tried to hand sew it...but after about 20 minutes of realizing it was pretty futile and horribly done I enlisted Maddy's help with her magical sewing machine and this was the result:


What before was a sweater with awful sleeves at an awkward length is now a normal looking 3/4 length sweater that is wear-able, and I love it. Successful day.
Now to stop avoiding Statistics and go outline Chapter One.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Sex.

"'You're so beautiful,' he whispered. 'I want a picture of you like this with your face flushed and your lips wet and shiny.' ...He tore open a foil packet he'd retrieved from his pocket. Mesmerized, she watched him sheath himself, amazed at how hard he was. She reached out to touch him, but he moved back, made sure she was ready, and then slid neatly inside her, so deeply she gasped. She contracted her muscles around him, and he closed his eyes and groaned, the sound so primal, it made her skin tingle."


This is the opening paragraph of my textbook for my Human Sexuality class. What a score of a class! ...Well I'm off to read that, OBVIOUSLY.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Brave New Worlds

Last night I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning finishing up Pillars of the Earth and it was incredible, as I anticipated. I just ordered the sequel World Without End on amazon, because I have no self control. But I can't wait until it gets here.
In the meantime I'm picking up the anthology Brave New Worlds which is a collection of short stories of the dystopian variety, as you may be able to guess from the title. It has stories by Ray Bradbury, Orson Scott Card, Philip K. Dick, NEIL GAIMAN, Ursula Le Guin, and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., and that's only the ones listed on the front cover! Needless to say, I'm expecting great things from this book.
Well I'm off to immerse myself in depressing and deadly futures in store for man kind, because I know this week is the last time I'll have all of this free time to read because soon my classes will be picking up and life will again be consumed with work, but I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Pillars of the Earth

SO. I have been reading this book in a crazy frenzy for the last two days, I was on page 250 on Tuesday morning. It is now Wednesday night and what page am I on? 723. It has sucked me in completely and made it so if I have a free moment, I NEED to open and continue the story. I've never read a book where I at least get teary-eyed every 50 pages, BAWL at least every 100, and have to walk away from the book to keep from ripping it to shreds in anger and frustration...every few pages. Ken Follett is fucking BRILLIANT. BRILLIANT. I don't think I have read many books that can top it. I love the time period it is placed in, and I love the rich culture that Follett creates. This 1000 page book is not boring, dry, or even too long for me, but instead it is extremely enthralling, unable to be put down, and TOO SHORT. As I approach the end with only 200 pages left I wish there was 1000 more pages! I can't wait to write my review for this book on goodreads...though I doubt it will do it justice. I am so wrapped up in these character's lives that I don't know how my own life will continue when their two dimensional lives end with my completion of this book. Well this is as much time as I can spare you, blog, as the remaining 200 pages are beckoning me. Until tomorrow when I am hopefully finished. I hope at least at the end Follett stops torturing me and all of his wonderful characters and at least give them some happiness, for if this book ends in a depressing manor I can't say I can handle it, and may commit suicide. Just kidding, but really ask Dan...he has seen how psychotic this book has made me. Sorry Dan.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Clark University, I missed the shit out of you.

So I am finally back in my humble abode of a dorm room and so so so stoked about it. I don't even say stoked, that's how stoked I am. I missed this place! I can't wait to start classes tomorrow, and to live with Maddy every day which is awesome, and to live on my own without being told what to do constantly. I love the independence of college, it may be my favorite part. I can't wait to visit Dan at college, and for him to visit me. I can't wait until Rui and Simone finally come visit me and stay for a weekend of shannanigins, which Rui and I already planned in detail in our wonderful 3 1/2 hour long skype session last night. I miss that lovely boy.
Anyways, since I'm so excited to be back I'm posting pictures of my dorm because I'm so damn proud of it. I will be so sad to leave this dorm room at the end of this school year...I don't think I've seen a better freshman dorm of all of my friends, not to toot my own horn. But it's HUGE! And it has a really nice brick wall. And dark mahogany closet space which in combination with the brick wall gives the room a homey, cave-like feeling. I fucking love this room! I will shut up about it and just post pictures:

This is my full fridge, full of lots of goodies. My fridge is usually barren, with only a few iced teas and a few waters in it. But it is the beginning of term so I have cheese and clementines and mac and cheese and milk! I am very proud of my full fridge. I can't wait until one day I have my own apartment, and a full sized fridge, and I can fill it with tons of delicious foods. Until then, I will settle for my mini fridge.


Note the two boxes of ramen in the top section of the closet. MMmmm.


I missed Jim Morrison watching over my studies for the past month, and I'm glad we are finally reunited.


This is Maddy and my record collection, probably the most important part of the room.


And I would take pictures of Maddy's side and post them but I don't know how happy she would be about that. She hasn't even arrived yet so it's pretty empty looking with only about 1/2 of her stuff. Anyways, this was my ode to Clark University, and now I'm off to eat breakfast and shower and spend the day just lounging and getting ready for classes tomorrow. Ta-ta.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I always get so crafty.

So I'm finally seeing Jill today (I cringe calling her Jill. It will always be weird to call old teachers by their first name, but I'll get used to it...eventually) so I had to wrap her Christmas present, although it's well past Christmas, we just haven't found any other time to see each other yet until now.


So just as I finish wrapping it all and such, I get a call from Jill Rutman saying she's on her way to the doctor's and if they say she's not contagious she can see me so I'm hoping she's not contagious because I would really like to give this gift before the chocolate pretzels go bad. Or before I eat them all. Anyways, I guess I should shower and such in the off chance that she can see me.

Even though I went to bed at 4 am...

I woke up energized and feeling awesome. It seems I have found the perfect balance when I get 6 hours of sleep a night, so I'll shoot for that from now on. This fine morning I have decided I am going to wake and bake and spend the day reading Pillars of the Earth...until I have to go out with Rutman at 3ish. But I have a few good hours to read in there.
I just received The XX's debut album in the mail because I have been obsessed with them since first hearing Crystalised by them last week. This album is fantastic....so eerie and soft and melodic and amazing. I love how in pretty much every song the male and females voices join, and their voices just fit so perfectly together. Definitely seeing potential for this band to become one of my favorites. I have been getting into so much great new music lately. I love times when I am finding tons of new stuff, but I also love the dry spells where I don't find anything new but spend all my time listening to old favorites. Like yesterday, and my quality time spent with The Decemberists. Don't worry I won't get started on them again, I got it out of my system yesterday.
Ahhh Fantasy by The XX just came onto the album, probably one of the best songs. I love how it begins with the male just talking with an eerie sound placed above his voice, and then it breaks down into this amazing mesmerizing break...ahhhhh it's so good.
And Basic Space RULES MY LIFE. It's so sexy. It's so beautiful. Man The XX is getting me all hot and bothered before I even have had breakfast. The last line of the girl repeating "I can't let it out. I still let you in" is the high point of the song. Pretty relatable to me too (hah very relatable). God every single god damn song of theirs is just perfection, I'm convinced of it. I love English bands. Well raisin toast is calling me, perhaps with some chocolate milk. I'm off to listen to the XX, and schmoke and joke, and read. Until later, blogstah.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Today...was surprisingly a good day.

After a physical this morning, I spent the day revisiting my very old love the Decemberists in lieu of their upcoming concert this month which I am VERY VERY VERY FUCKING EXCITED FOR. This will be my 7th time seeing my dear Decemberists and I know it won't be my last. They put on one of the best live shows I have ever seen, and all of their music is so consistently wonderful, from their first album released in 2002 to the few songs I've heard off of their new album out this month: The King is Dead. I cleaned the shit out of my room today, after smoking, because smoking always seems to make me want to clean the shit out of things. And while cleaning I listened to all of the Decemberists full length albums, starting with Castaways and Cutouts, Nothing beats Castaways and Cutouts. Leslie Anne Levine, Grace Cathedral Hill, The Legionnaire's Lament, Cocoon, Odalisque, Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect, and California One/ Youth and Beauty Brigrade all jam packed into a fucking INCREDIBLE debut album?? Actually, I might as list every single song off of this album, because they're all so perfect. For a band to produce this gem of an album as their first jaunt into the music industry, they're obviously going to be something. Since this first album they have released 6 more albums, and not one have been a disappointment. Colin Meloy, please see how much I love you and marry me.

then on to Her Majesty, Her Majesty has the two best songs to ever transition into one another. Red Right Ankle MAY be their best song, it's perfection, and then it goes right from the soft beauty of Red Right Ankle into the sheer force and AMAZINGNESS of The Chimbley Sweep, which is the most epic, dance worthy song out there. Los Angeles, I'm Yours has been a favorite of mine since probably 7th grade, and I still love that song to death. Billy Liar and I Was Meant for the Stage are two others from this album that will always be on my favorites list. Although overall I think this album is weaker than Castaways and Cutouts, but damn it contains some of their best songs, even if overall it is not up to the perfection of Castaways.

and then Picaresque,
Which contains.....wait for it...drum roll....The Mariner's Revenge Song. Which may just be the most genius, epic, 8 minutes of a song ever. I could sing this song in my sleep, that is how much the words are ingrained into my mind. Some other notable ones off this album...The Engine Driver... On the Bus Mall is amazing. Eli the Barrow Boy, The Sporting Life, and the Bagman's Gambit. This is the album where they really started to display their quirkiness in their lyrics...though it had obviously been shown in the first two records, just not as extensively. Meloy starts to utilize his monstrous vocabulary and woo fans with old tales of battling at sea, falling in love with a trouble-making woman in jail, and the disappointment a son feels when their father watches their inability to play sports in The Sporting Life, which can be humorously thought of as a biographical depiction of Meloy's failed attempt to be sporty as his father desired.

The Crane Wife, I actually remember making my mom drive me to Newbury Comics in 2006 to pick up this album, and how excited I was for it. And I remember how it infiltrated my life for the next month or so, and I did not listen to anything else. The Island is a 12 minute long sprawling epic that is very reminiscent of The Tain, their 17 minute long single song released that is also amazing. I didn't listen to that today, unfortunately, because my copy of it is scratched beyond repair. One day I'll buy another copy because The Tain is just another piece of perfection to add to the Decemberists discography. The Crane Wife Parts 1 & 2 are my second favorite off this album, and then there's Yankee Bayonet, and When the War Came, and Sons and Daughters, and O Valencia...and basically all of them. I wasn't kidding when I said they're such a solid band and basically all of their songs are amazing.

The Hazards of Love, Finally, the Hazards of Love, which is a concept album about faeries, water gods, love, and finally love lost. It has always been in The Decemberists talents to create amazing imagery and strange worlds in their songs, and The Hazards of Love only epitomizes this. I can't even pick out a certain song off of this album because they all flow together, but I love listening to this album whenever I can, but it's not one where I can just hear a few songs, I have to hear the entire thing. I don't listen to it as often as I would like because of the time commitment, but it is up there with one of my favorites from them.

and now I am finally giving their new album, The King is Dead, the first of I'm sure many listens. I don't know how The King is Dead is supposed to follow The Hazards of Love, but I'm sure it'll find its own way into the spot in my heart designated solely for The Decemberists.
This album is country-ish however, and it's scaring the shit out of me. I ...decidedly hate country, but i would honestly follow this band even if they suddenly turned into a hip-hop-folk-country band... I hope it grows on me. I wish they would make another album like Castaways, but that is a long lost creation, probably never to be repeated. Their first album was so solid and perfect, I don't know another band that has remained so consistent. I could talk extensively about every single one of their albums, I just hope The King is Dead will soon join the ranks of his very worthy counterparts.
Today I also started the sprawling 1000 page best of a book The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. It's my goal to finish it before going back to school in 15 days or so and I can already tell it will be an easy goal to reach. 150 pages in and I am hooked, surely not to be set free until all 900 pages are read and retired. I hope this book stays as good as it is because I'm really excited for it.

Thomas Cole

has been my recent hero. I love his paintings, I could stare at them for hours.

Expulsion from Eden is my favorite:










I want to live in the worlds that Cole paints. I would do anything to live in any of them.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Hmph.

So this morning Laura texted me asking me why I never blog anymore...and I don't really have an answer to be honest. Besides working a shitton, and also Christmas stuff completely sucked up my time up until the last few days. Well..obviously...since it has been over for the last few days. It's so strange how the entire country seems to go into this crazy capitalist buying spree for Christmas, and there's so much anticipation for it every year, and then suddenly its just..gone. This year is no different. It seems to have come and gone faster than normal, and now every day brings me closer to returning back to Clark, which I'm very excited for. I have spent basically every single day this vacation with Simone, however, and I really don't know how I am going to make it back at school seeing her so infrequently. I'll just come home more often.
Oh well yesterday when I was very very very high I had such a wonderful BRAIN BLAST. It might just be a crazy high thought, but I am really planning on making it happen. So I told Maddy that I would drive her home to Ohio after school ends this summer, because I have always wanted to go on a road trip, and thought that would be a good excuse for it. But then I remembered my friend Victoria that lives in Texas, and how much I would love to visit her. And then I thought of the roommate I had three years ago when I want to Phillip's Exeter Academy's Summer Session, and how she lives in Arizona and lives in a Native American village. And then I put all of this together and crazily texted Maddy asking her to come visit my Cherokee friend and of course, being Maddy, she figured out what the hell I was talking about and then jumped right on board of the road trip. I can't wait. I don't know who will end up coming with me. I know my brother would in a second if Maddy can't and the other people tentatively planning on coming flake out, so I know no matter what I will at least be driving Maddy to Ohio this summer, and from there I hope to go to Texas for a few days and stay with Victoria, and then Arizona to visit Andrena, and see the skins she told me about all those years ago...
I think it would be amazing. I want it to happen so badly. If I wasn't so crunched for time, and didn't have to work all summer saving up for insurance for my car then I would go to California and stay with my three cousins and aunt there for a while too. I'll get there eventually, maybe on my next road trip.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

So in the last few days I have had to say goodbye to Maddy who is someone I am in constant almost 24 hours a day haha.
And today I had to say goodbye to Rui who is leaving for a month. Before college started we rarely went a day without seeing each other. And now I hardly see him being at different colleges, and the day vacation starts I only get to see him once before another month long sprawl of not seeing him. I'm going to miss him so much, especially just being back in Stoughton, and him not being here with me.
But Rui slept over last night and I got a little of my Rui fix quenched, but not all of it. But we decorated the box I use to carry and hold my records in and it was great.







Today I put the Christmas tree up, because it still wasn't up haha. It was fun. I put on Christmas music, and decorated the entire living room with all of our decorations. And the tree. From this picture you can't really see the ornaments but it looks really pretty in the dark.



Although I would like to stay up and keep blogging, I have work in 8 hours. And I'm so excited!! I can't wait to see everyone from work. All of my favorites usually work Sundays, and time and a half is always a plus. Goodnight.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

My Morning Jacket

is one of my favorite bands. I wish I was as into them as I am now, when I went to see them in concert.

If you touch me,
Well I just think I'll scream.
Cuz it's been so long,
since someone's challenged me.
Made me think
about the way things are,
Made me think
about the way they could be.

I LOVE shitting on pop music. Now I actually get a grade for it.

Alexander Pope in his “Essay on Criticism” presents a timeless view of critics and artists alike; a standpoint that needs to be more abundant in today’s day and age to save the entertainment and arts industries from declining any more than they already have. Pope comments on the downhill trek of writer’s, and he equates this abatement to each new generation’s tendency to ignore their father’s knowledge, displaying naiveté in thinking they are above their father’s lessons and teachings: “We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;/ Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so” (438-439). This downward spiral in the quality of the arts has continued, and if Pope wrote this essay during his time, he would be rolling over in his grave if was ever brought back to life in the 21st century to observe the extreme degeneration in our music, our literature, and our art.

The popular music of today lacks depth; the one requirement Pope asked of the writers and musicians of his time. Pop music has revolutionized music in this country and around the world, in the most negative connotation of the word. The works of famous artist today such as Ke$ha who is currently on her “Get $leazy Tour” would horrify Pope, just as her musical ‘work’ disgusts and disappoints the few who hold Pope’s view that music should not be edited and fabricated vocals placed over unoriginal, overproduced studio beats about partying and…well, partying, with drunkenness and sleaziness thrown into the mix to make up the majority of pop music that the teens and young people of this generation flock to. The fact that one of the most famous musicians of today uses the money sign symbol to replace the ‘s’ in her name shows the slow but sure degeneration of proper grammar in this day and age, which would be another point of contention if Pope were to hear the music, read the book, or see the art of today. The dawn of the computer age came with many changes, but the worst side effect has to be the replacement of proper grammar with this computer talk; a problem that is plaguing many teenagers and children that are exposed to computer slang, teaching them these bad habits, more than they see the written word of books. This problem will only continue to increase as technology continues to grow and our world becomes a world of computers instead of books. Ke$ha may only be a product of her generation, a time where computers and technology rule the world, and the importance of the written word diminishes every day, however it is hard not to fault her for perpetuating this decline of intelligence in our generation. What has happened to cause this stark change from even the music created 30 years ago in comparison to today’s music? Can computers and technology shoulder all of the blame?

Everything declines, for nothing can retain perfection and beauty for all of eternity, because it becomes hard to remain original and groundbreaking while still retaining the depth and beauty of music when people have been making music for almost as long as we have been speaking. Any new idea is bound to have been derived from some other musician’s earlier idea in the past. Rock has declined since its outset: it is almost painful to compare the famous rock bands of today such as Nickelback to the rock bands of earlier decades such as the Doors. Nickelback’s songs all use the same five chords, rearranged for the semblance or originality, but for those that do not become glassy eyed and awed just by the production of a new song from one of these famous bands, their true lack of talent is blatantly obvious. The popular bands and artists (‘artists’ being a term used very loosely) of today do not hold a candle to the music of 10, 20, 30, 40 years ago, and beyond. Their sole purpose is to “dazzle” with their beats and pointless rhymes, but their music does little to “move” its listeners, unless you count brainwashing little girls into becoming the brainless women exemplified in these songs, and teaching young boys to be violent and angry, to be considered men.

With every generation comes this ignorance, where many ignore the works of the past and look only forward. However, this is a foolish approach when all that they have to offer is derived from these earlier works; these writers, musicians and entertainers display their blindness in their “sure[ty] to hate most the men from whom they learned” (107). These artists owe the majority of their ideas and musical accomplishments to their for bearers, but instead of recognizing all that they could learn from them, they deny their existence, like a petulant child that runs away from home as if they could survive the world without their parents. One cannot compliment the complexion or design of a flower without first yielding recognition to the soil or water that’s responsible for its existence and this holds true with music.

The music industry is not alone in this decline; the draining of intelligence and innovation has also taken its toll on the literature of today. There have been countless imitators of the great classics of centuries past, but the writer’s of today seem to be lacking in something that the writer’s of old had an abundance of. When books by Jodi Picoult and Nora Roberts line the shelves of the best seller’s section in book stores, it makes scholars wonder why these lowly examples of literature are accepted as great when there used to be writers such as Shakespeare and Milton who wrote epic tales that no author has come close to emulating in recent times.

Katy Perry epitomizes the degeneration of music according to Pope’s ideal that “music resembles poetry, in each/ Are nameless graces which no methods teach,/ And which a master hand alone can reach” (143-145). The first four and last four lines of Perry’s song “Peacock” are the repeated mantra: “I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock;” poetry at its finest. From this line it is questionable whether Katy Perry has ever even heard of Homer, making it highly doubtful that she will ever follow Pope’s advice of “read[ing] [Homer] by day, and meditate[ing] by night” (125). With people such as Katy Perry and Ke$ha leading the music industry of today, it is clear that our music industry has stooped to a new low, and if more poets and writer’s do not materialize and bring the level of beauty in music back up to the point that Pope desires it to be, then it will continue to decline. This condition will have many consequences in the future if something is not done to halt it, but with every passing year it seems less and less likely that there will be Jim Morrison’s or John Lennon’s of our time; they seem to be a lost race. When Jim Morrison was able to ad lib lines such as “Don’t let me die in an automobile, I want to lie in an open field,” while on stage, tripping on acid, and Katy Perry is only capable of these pathetic excuses lines of “poetry,” with an army of producers and song writer’s assisting her, a shift must have taken place somewhere between Jim Morrison’s time, and our time. If this shift is not rectified, then humans might as well stop making music, because the music will only continue to droop lower than the popular music of today, making Pope’s death before this extreme decline a blessing.

Pope derisively attacks the critics and writers of his time, however, if he were present today, would Pope be just another of these mediocre writers? People with Pope’s ability are probably still born today, but because today’s society does not enforce higher learning, or value it like it used to be valued, these truly gifted writer’s are lost in the tumult of horrible writing. “Though wit and art conspire to move your mind; / But dullness with obscenity must prove/ As shameful sure as impotence in love/ In the fat age of pleasure, wealth, and ease,/ Sprung the rank weed, and thrived with large increase” (531-535). Pope comments on his age of being one of “pleasure, wealth, and ease,” and if the decline started during his time and has continued until today, the damage may be beyond repair. Will our contemporary arts and entertainment industry continue their downward spiral, or will another Pope come along and reverse the decline? Only time will tell.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

HOLY SHIT.

So .... as you can see from my last two posts...I've been getting into Wye Oak lately. So, naturally, I immediately went to Ticketmaster to see if they're touring any time soon after deducing that they have potential to be my favorite band EVER...and GUESS FUCKING WHAT.
GUESS
WHAT.
They're opening for the Decemberists at the show I am going to. I ALREADY HAVE TICKETS TO SEE THEM AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE.
Now I'm DOUBLY as excited.
So of course I screamed and ran over to Maddy and sat on her lap hugging her. I even cried. She thinks I'm fucking crazy. It's fine though. It's love.
Yesyesyesyesyes. Beautiful day.

Jesus...if Wye Oak has one more perfect song they may usurp Arcade Fire..

I don't feel young
I don't feel scared
I'm in control
I am prepared
I'll never cry
I'll sit and stare
I don't feel young

I don't feel old
I don't feel proud
I speak too fast
I laugh too loud
I am the smallest--
In the crowd
I don't feel young

I can't see you
But I can guess
You gave a speech
They're all impressed
But still your room
Is all I miss
I can't see you

And so if I
Can't have you now
I'll learn to walk
and learn to count
The lot you gave
Me in my mouth,
And spit it out.

If you feel young
And feel ready
Or if you feel old
And just need sleep
You know your--
Secret's safe with me

If you feel young
If you feel young
If you feel young